Sunday, October 31, 2010

dragons and cowgirls and ducks, oh MY!

If only ALL ducks had such squishable, kissable cheeks!
We met up with some friends for a little costume action at a local church's pumpkin party. Josephine's sporting the duck costume her Mama Jo found for her. Below is Julien, my friend Stacey's son who recently turned one.
Julien and Stacey:
Zanna was the most precious cowgirl ever, replete with great little boots (unfortunately, not pictured here). Josephine loved seeing her, like always. When she spotted Zanna and her family upon their arrival, she went from wanting me to pick her up to literally pulling me in their direction!
I think Julien read the wrong job description for "dragon"; he was way too calm and amiable for the role! Look at this chill little guy!


The Allens facilitated some basketball for the girls. :-)

Julien is REALLY cute. He has one of the most charming grins I've ever seen. Josephine recognized this and warmed up to him super quickly. He, on the other hand, was not quite sure what to make of a large duck wanting (insisting) on kissing him (repeatedly).
Below he is looking directly at Sean. The expression is clear: "Sir, could you please get your daughter off of me?" He was so polite though-- never truly fussed about it. :-)
At one of the booths you coud sit for photos on motorcycles. Zanna was hilarious-- LOVED the things, climbed on them several times without help, and knew instinctively to lean forward for the handle bars! Totally adorable (if in a stop-mommy's-heartbeat, daredevilish way!)


Josephine was clearly less inclined!
We had a tiiiiiired ducky by the end (and a bit flushed, hence the loss of hood and stockings). This activity followed a costume party for the kids at our own church (which I unfortunately didn't get photos of, because I just dropped her off) and it all added up to missing her afternoon nap. But all in all, she was an adorable ducky and received many sweet compliments on her costume!
Hope everyone had a Happy Halloween!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

far too temporary

Another installment in the "Temporary Environments" snapshot series, where I'm amused with the overlapping of images on a pane of glass:

Actually, I'm starting to feel that the most temporary thing about this photo is the child herself.
It's astounding how quickly she's growing. Already she's 18.5 months! In fact, other than on a child-chronicling blog, we don't even use months anymore to describe her age-- she's simply "a year and a half." Our brains are having a hard time keeping up with all the changes her brain rapidly embraces. Sean and I frequently watch her, her abilities, her skills, and find her perfectly normal 18 month old behaviors to be utterly preposterous. I'm in a constant state of denial that she could already be so very unbaby, so I'm always flabbergasted when the child I'm mentally trying to constrain to less than 12 months pulls stunts that remind me more of a teenager.

It is REALLY fun, though-- this age. She constantly tests boundaries, but those annoyances are quickly forgotten. There are countless perks: her dance moves, her desire to turn everything into a seat or step stool, the way she blesses you ("esssss") if you sneeze (or cough, or burp, or blow your nose, or clear your throat), her enthusiastic "aMEN" at the end of a prayer, her collections of "interesting" objects, and the way she prances all over the place in the busiest fashion imaginable. Generally she's very agreeable and social, minds well, and is a delight to take places.

We had a check up today with Dr. Boes and got her flu shot. Josephine had a growth spurt! Her height is now 75th percentile at 32.5 inches (two months ago she was between 25th and 50th percentile! She's grown almost two inches in that time!). Her head circumference is still 75th percentile. She's gained about a pound and half, putting her at 25 lbs, 11 oz, (still between 50th-75th percentile, like last time).

She still does blanket time after every meal, which helps facilitate independent, calm play. She's gotten to where she'll do blanket time for a long time, but is pretty intolerant of spending time totally alone in her room now. I try to be consistent about requiring at least a little alone time, but I usually just have to set the bell and limit it to 5 or 10 minutes before she's fed up with it. Blanket time can stretch to 30 or 45 though, so long as an adult is within eyesight and she has engaging toys to focus on.

I hear stories of girls her age who are fully potty trained and have been speaking in eloquent, complete sentences for months. We're nowhere near any of that! She does understand a ton of what we tell her, and she has a good list of words, but she doesn't put them into sentences. She tends to use them for amusement, like when reading a book and naming items or trying to get you to mimic words back to her. When she actually wants something, she usually just communicates through other forms of expression (signing, pointing, making a questioning sound, whiiiiining...).

The vocab list that I've jotted down over the last couple months started with:
hi, Da, Ma (sometimes mama, sometimes baba), hair, eye, egg, ear (sort of), bird, kiss, ball, Pa, bug, dirty, diddle-diddle, quack (ka), oh dear, shoes (a slurred version of the word), banana (she is usually too desperate for one to say the word well), and dog (well, not actually "dog" but a string of sounds indicating dog: "a-woof" followed by panting sounds, scratching at her face/neck, ending with arm patting and "awwwww". Conversations about dogs take forever.)
I added more to the list on 9/1/10: okay (says constantly), turtle (sounds a lot like diddle from "diddle-diddle"), duck (duh), hat, cat (ca), cheese, this, girl, boy, oh no (oh nuh), frog (gggoggg), and clothes (kind of). By this point she was making effort to mimic words back, but it's not like she's regularly talking about clothes and turtles.
By mid-September, we consistently had: amen, a walk, bless you (bessss or esss), these, booboo, flower (owa), Wilbur (bur), snacks (aaaa, while pointing at the cupboard).
That's all from my notes.
Off the top of my head, she also says busy (izz), bath, bottle (refers to water bottle, bottle of milk, and sippy cup), hand, arm, all gone, all done, go, car, moo (for cow), meow, bye-bye, teeth (and she knows toothbrushes make a buzzing sound. well, hers isn't electric, but mine is, and she likes it if you make buzzing noises while brushing her teeth).

She also says "good girl" which is cute-- and I've recently found out that she knows what it means to be a good girl. Case in point: two days ago at lunch she was refusing to eat some vegetables. If Sean is on the phone for work, my consistency with discipline is hindered, because I have to keep her from getting overly loud or crying. Lately, it seems his calls have overlapped several of her meal times, so I've had to tolerate her taking food out of her mouth and refusing to swallow it, but I generally find that rude and unacceptable. She's not allowed to be picky, she has to eat her vegetables. Well, so a couple days ago, he was NOT on the phone when she did this, so I took the opportunity to tell her she had to eat the bite of tomato. She refused. I said it again, she balked again. I promptly removed her from the table and sat her in her crib and left her there to scream for a minute. I went back to get her and asked if she was ready to eat her tomato. When she heard what I wanted her to do, she ramped up the crying again, so I left her alone again for another minute, went back in, and she was ready. As I was putting her in her high chair, she said out of the blue, "good girl" and promptly popped the bite of tomato in her mouth. :-) She's also said the phrase other times after becoming reconciled to the fact that she was going to have to do something she didn't want to do. What's funny to me is that we've never used the phrase as a directive; it's not like we say, "Josephine you need to be a good girl!" when she's acting up. We've always just said it when she actually is being good, or when she does something that's especially well-mannered. So she's made the connection on her own between what "good girl" behavior looks like and the fact that when she's acting up, it's not good.

And now that "good girl" has woken up from her nap (she does usually take two still), so I need to end my rambling...

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Gam and Auntie

We had visitors today! Thank you, Gam and Auntie, for making the day trip down here to see us. We loved seeing y'all!





Sorry-- adjusting for face shadows made these images look really blown out. I swear I'm not trying to glamorize a grandma visit. Although, I must say, it does make the living room look cleaner... ;-)

30a(rkansas)

So while Josephine absorbed as much attention as possible (see previous post), Sean and I headed to Mt. Nebo State Park in Arkansas.
We had lovely skies on the way up:

Got in after dark, so we couldn't tell much except that our site overlooked the valley. Nights were cold (in Texanspeak, anyway... like in the 40's). Made for great sleeping though. And I'll happily take a night in the 40's if it means the day will be in the 80's, which it consistently did.

Our site, #16, was easily the best car camping site there (we booked in advance and camped Tues-Fri).

Our view included Lake Dardanelle to the left...

The valley below...

And some pretty green hills to the right.

The view was frequently ignored at times like this:
Sean's cooking was stellar, as usual.
Here are a few more pictures of our campsite.



We brought our tennis gear and had a good time reviving some "skills" that have been on hiatus for three years. First time I'd ever seen chain-link netting. Classy!

Hiking:




Behold, Lake Dardanelle's nuclear power plant. If the sight alone wasn't mildly unsettling for a girl who's only accustomed to oil and gas rigs, the deafening siren that blasted unexpectedly at noon on Wednesday DEFINITELY was. (A weekly alarm test, it turns out. One that had Sean and I looking at each other in a bewildered fashion... You're camping. There IS no red "exit" sign hanging from the ceiling. What do you do if an alarm sounds outdoors, echoes across a vast valley, and you have no idea which direction is the safe way to go??) Yes, that made for a bizarre few minutes.

Again, I'm no expert, but there was just an instinctive concern about seeing these two things in the same view... the miles and lake in between were but minor comforts.

Went over to Sunset Point the evening before my birthday. We had some crazy winds up on Mt. Nebo which made fire building a breeze (haha) and kite flying a temptation that we should have avoided. (String snapped, had to rescue kite from treetop off the side of the ridge-- for the sake of the view, not the cheap kite).

The sunset was pretty.
My youthful, still-in-his-twenties, husband:

His ancient wife:



The sun setting on my 20's... ah, how symbolic. ;-) See-- I'm trying really hard to look solemn:

A lovely trip, in all. I'm glad we got to go. Thanks to my parents for watching the wee one.